Secret Thoughts in Italy

Secret Thoughts in Italy

























I’m not at the Venice Biennial this year. Instead I’m watching birds at a residency in Piedmont. But some things you don’t have to see for real to know what it’s about. “Venice Goes Crazy for Anne Imhof’s Bleak S&M Flavored German Pavilion” Artnet writes. Instead of on a rope, Imhof’s dancers are now moving (still like toads) on a glass transparent floor in the German Pavilion. Same same neoliberal capitalist stuff. The smug vain posing of the dancers totally goes on my nerves. Honestly, don’t you feel like going there and give them a slap from left to right? 

The review in Artnet News is very fitting. Read this text and tell me what the author is saying really. What freedom? Whose freedom? These kind of reviews make me feel sick in the stomach:

“Her brooding set pieces seem to capture the anxious mood of our time, where the freedoms that we enjoyed and took for granted for so long seem to be about to topple down. Imhof’s work may be “sexy” but it is not “pretty,” and neither is contemporary life for many. The dark beauty she conjures up is like a new Gothic style for our age: romantic, sublime, and terrifying. Because despite its formal fancies, its underlying themes hit very close to home.”

Another secret thought: Hans Ulrich Obrist is a sleeping pill. 

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